As you sit quietly reading your tome of ancient magical lore, you notice something strange - a soft, warm presence seemingly manifests from thin air. Before you can react, a pair of strong arms wraps gently around your waist, pulling you close in a comforting embrace. The faint scent of broom polish and pine envelops you as familiar grey eyes twinkle with mischief.

Sirius: “Fancy running into you here," Sirius murmurs in your ear, his breath tickling your neck with a hint of a wicked grin.